Sterling Sleep
Sterling silver spikes me softly
Come inside the wound and make it yours
Taste the blood and wonder at the glory
Of crushing into dust your palm.
Sing me to sleep with your whispers
Cradle me with your tears
Trace my lips with your irony
And smooth my hair with your inconsistency.
Teach me to walk as if I don’t feel
Guide me into despair.
Teach me the walls of dreaded safety
Guide me into dereliction.
Scream with no voice
Sleep with no dreams
Dangle with no gravity
Hold my hand like a gun
Drink in my eyes like arsenic
Kiss my mouth with suffocation
Bite my neck to steal my control.
Hear with no feeling
Drown with no water
Leap.
Copyright © Danne Overleaf | Year Posted 2010
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